Eoghan Harris: Mauling by Cats highlights the futility of crying over spilt milk
SOARING aloft, a kestrel bends its beak to deliver the death blow to a curled rat clenched in its talons. Truly, Dara Mac Donaill's stunning photo on the front page of The Irish Times last Tuesday summed up what Tennyson meant by "nature, red in tooth and claw".
Last Sunday, the Cork hurlers were like that rodent. Not just doomed, but justifiably doomed, destined to play a minor but necessary part in the vast Darwinian plan whereby Cody and his Kilkenny kestrels evolve into some super hurling species before our eyes. Today, Waterford and Tipp compete to be the next rat in the food chain.
Although Donal Og Cusack said Kilkenny were like The Stepford Wives, the simile would have suited Cork better. Actually, Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds came closer to catching the Cork performance. It featured Tippi Hedren, a ham actress, flailing helplessly while the beaks struck, scarred and scored, again and again.